Sometimes I think of what it's like
To be in love, and have a wife
To settle down and have some kids
With someone I've a future with
Sometimes I watch couples walk past
Seems like time flies, it's moving fast
Looks like I'm getting left behind
I know my turn will come, in time
Sometimes I think of laying down
On grasses green, her spotless gown
As she gazes into my eyes
Such inner beauty clear, no lies
Sometimes I think of what it's like
To teach a son to ride his bike
And smile beside my one woman
Knowing he'll grow to be a man
And should it happen that I pass
Beyond this life, well then at last
I'll be somewhere away from this
Pit of loneliness, this abyss
Copyright © 2009 Anthony Phillips (DUNTEE)
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